There are ugly portraits, of course, but these are not necessarily portraits of human ugliness.
This is put to exceptional effect in the self-portraits, of course, but also in the late parables and legends, particularly the version of Lucretia from Washington.
In portraits, of course, but also in Millet's paintings of farmers, their figures as dark and quiet as the earth they sowed.
Similar portraits, of course, have been drawn by reporters and other former administration insiders, but Mr. Goldsmith's account stands out by virtue that he was privy to internal White House debates about explosive matters like secret surveillance, coercive interrogation and the detention and trial of enemy combatants.
What strikes me most about Lamprou's portrait – apart, of course, from its explicitness – is its apparent casualness.
It was both this idea of teasing out individual differences — not unusual in a portrait series, of course — and the importance of language within the L.G.B.T.Q.
The portrait, unfinished, of course, with a sadly incomplete depiction of Ricketts's wonder horse Cornplanter, is on loan for the exhibition from the National Gallery of Art.
Plus, do you want to see a life-size portrait of Steven Gerrard? Course you do... 12.45pm: Here's a teaser for you: when was the last time a World Cup match was played in snow?
A pioneer of the queer, a man who flows dolphin-like through oils and acrylics, through Polaroid pastiches, through ingenious stage design, through prints, through portraits, and, of course, through swimming pools, Hockney could teach Madonna a thing or two about reinvention.
(Portrait commissions were, of course, useful for paying the bills).
